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Jun 2021
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Nah. My style's something less cliché.
Shall I compare thee to a gentle breeze?
Oh, PLEASE.
No muse will catch me on my knees.
My man, I say, is superman, a gentleman--
Yes, I'm a fan.
Chivalry will yield her crown,
Strength will put her scepter down,
When my man comes around,
The sweetest guy of any town.
And what Christian girl wouldn't fall
For one who puts Love 'fore all?
He's smart, hardworking-- observant, too.
Dang, Jon, I think I must like you!
Lizzie
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Lizzie  21/F/Laputa
(21/F/Laputa)   
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